POEM 020/100

Hackles like lumps of unbaked dough

eyes the colour of blue cheese dressing

a shaved scalp like a fresh hog carcass

 

He had the jowly look of a man

who’d had, at least once in his life,

another man killed

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One Response to POEM 020/100

  1. You see all kinds of people on the bus.

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